I have been living abroad for 10 years. And I do not want to return home. No matter that my sons and daughters-in-law are there.
No, I am not a grieving mother who left her children to fend for themselves. Find a moment of your free time and read my story to the end, and then you can draw conclusions. One thing I will say in my defense for sure – only God is my judge.
Why did I go abroad? The answer is simple – money. My husband left us long ago, leaving me with two kids in his arms. I gave birth to twins. I do not want to describe their childhood for a long time, because it is hard to remember those years. There was not enough money for clothes and food.
And then my friend, who was also the godmother of the eldest, came to visit. She had been working abroad for quite a long time.
I agreed without hesitation. My sons had just finished school, they were adults and independent boys, able to take care of themselves and the apartment. I was accepted well.
Every evening I called my sons. And they always asked only about money:
– Send some money to the card.
– I transferred it yesterday. Where did you lose it?
– Well, we bought groceries, paid for utilities. What kind of stupid questions are these?
I didn’t know the landlady heard all our conversations.
– Children don’t appreciate you. They’re adults now, let them look for work themselves. Make sure that you do not regret this act, – the old woman taught me.
I did not pay attention to her words. After all, she had neither husband nor children. How could she know how to live right?
In 3 years she passed away. I thought it was a sign and I should return home.
– “Oh, hello, why are you here?” my son said when he opened the door for me.
– Is this the way to meet your mother on the doorstep?” – I joked.
However, the joy did not last long. For a year now, my son’s girlfriend has been living in our apartment. She looked at me sideways and did not say hello.
– Will she stay for long? – the girl whispered in the kitchen.
– I don’t know, but I hope she will leave soon.
– I don’t want anyone else to live here except us!
This is such news – that is, some girl will be in charge in my apartment. And the older one, it turns out, went on a trip with friends – that’s why he kept asking me for money.
In short, I did not last even a week. Everything in the apartment was so alien, not mine. I could not even sleep peacefully on the bed. By the way, the young people “pushed” me into the living room and took my bedroom.
The girl blamed me for everything – the wrong cup, walking loudly or just going to the toilet at night. The last straw was that she threw away all my family heirlooms – old albums, my grandmother’s recipe book and wanted to take her gold to the pawnshop.
– I don’t need such junk at home! And her son supported her in everything. It was obvious that she made a heel out of him.
I got nervous, packed my things and bought a ticket. No, no one loves me here and does not want to see me. I only bother everyone.
10 years have passed since then. My sons call very rarely, they may not even congratulate me on my birthday. I am not interested in their lives. “Sons” is just a word, nothing more. I hope that at least here I will find my happiness.
Do you agree with the woman’s words? Why?
